I saw her picture
She looks kind
My love, who are you?
The one hour we had
In which we craved and tenderly did nothing
It was the only memory I cherish
It’s all I want to keep
From you
From your curls so short cut
I thought you were kind too
I laughed
I thought you loved her
I love you
Jokingly you said
I love you too
I laughed
I laughed
Love
does it mean to you another nothing
You never mentioned her
Her name
Her passions
Her dreams
Her ultimate desires
Love me instead
Not for a single minute did I know
That she was yours and you do belong to her
Another cigarette to burn me
My throat is sore
I came back home and thought of children
Us in the kitchen making love
Us in the kitchen making crepes
Us loving us
There is no us
I see myself my belly to my mouth
And you massaging me and gently smiling
Or is it her?
Who is the pregnant girl?
Who is the girl?
Who are you?